FOR EACH FORGOTTEN KISS<BR /> FOR ALL THE MEMORIES<BR /> FOR ALL THE TIMES ALONE<BR /> SAID, ALL WE HAD TO SAY<BR /> <BR /> YOU PLAYED YOUR PART SO WELL<BR /> A MODERN ROMEO<BR /> YOU CAME ON CUPID'S WINGS<BR /> AND THEN YOU FLEW AWAY<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCH MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> BUT YOU LEFT ME IN THE RAIN<BR /> <BR /> FOR EVERY SLEEPLESS NIGHT<BR /> FOREVER IN YOUR ARMS<BR /> FOR EVERY HOUR SPENT<BR /> LOST IN THE REVERY<BR /> <BR /> YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISES<BR /> NO SHAME AND NO REGRETS<BR /> YOU BURNED THE BRIDGES TOO<BR /> AN ENDLESS MYSTERY<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE, SO BEAUTIFUL<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME, MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> BUT YOU LEFT ME IN THE RAIN<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE, SO BEAUTIFUL<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME, MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> BUT YOU LEFT ME IN THE RAIN<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> <BR /> WHEN YOU TOUCHED MY FACE, SO BEAUTIFUL<BR /> WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME, MY NAME<BR /> I'M BURNED WITH DESIRE<BR /> BUT YOU LEFT ME IN THE RAIN
Armin Van Buuren F/
Touching him, kissing him, was like having a fever all over again. I was on fire. My body burned. The world burned. Sparks flew. Against his mouth, I moaned. There was a POP! and CRACK! The smell of burned plastic filled the cubicle. We pulled apart, breathing heavily. Over his shoulder I saw thin strips of smoke wafting from the top of the ancient monitor. Good God, was this going to happen every time we kissed?
Jennifer L. Armentrout
It's a bit burned, ' my mother would say apologetically at every meal, presenting you with a piece of meat that looked like something - a much-loved pet perhaps - salvaged from a tragic house fire. 'But I think I scraped off most of the burned part, ' she would add, overlooking that this included every bit of it that had once been flesh. Happily, all this suited my father. His palate only responded to two tastes - burned and ice cream - so everything suited him so long as it was sufficiently dark and not too startlingly flavorful. Theirs truly was a marriage made in heaven, for no one could burn food like my mother or eat it like my dad.
I tried to pick the burned ones from the bowl but I didn't get many of them because I didn't make much of an effort, and even though I was taking the burned ones out because they weren't edible, I ate them because, at the moment, I thought it would be better if everyone learned to consume their own mistakes.
At the time of Caliph Omar's invasion of Egypt, the Arab officer on duty in the destruction of the library of Alexandria used two stamps with which he marked the books. One said: 'Does not agree with the Koran - heretic, must be burned'. The other said: 'Agrees with the Koran - superfluous, must be burned'.
The Indians, keeping to themselves, laughed at your superior methods and lived from the land more abundantly and with less labor than you did... And when your own people started deserting in order to live with them, it was too much... So you killed the Indians, tortured them, burned their villages, burned their cornfields... But you still did not grow much corn.
Edmund S. Morgan
Later that night, I sat in my room thinking of what I just went through. The four of us had burned the body in an old pit and covered the burned remains with a pile of leaves. Just standing there, watching the crackling fire burn and cripple the bones of this thing just reminded me of how real this all became. My mom was not too happy when I came home late and smelling like a crematorium.
Our imagination is larger than the world around us; we go beyond our limits. This used to be called 'witchcraft,' but fortunately things have changed, otherwise we would both already have been burned at the stake. When they stopped burning women, science found an explanation for our behavior, normally referred to as 'female hysteria.' We don't get burned anymore, but it does cause problems, especially in the workplace. But don't worry, eventually they'll call it 'wisdom.'
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said, "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.
Germany is the place where when Hitler was the prime minister and supreme commander, he burned over six million Jews. This is because Hitler and all German people knew that Israelis are not people who are working in the interest of the world and that is why they burned the Israelis alive with gas in the soil of Germany.
No matter what spiritual path you've walked or what teachings you've followed, they must lead you back to no path and no teaching. A true teaching is like a blazing fire that consumes itself. The teaching must not only consume you, but consume itself as well. All must be burned to ash, and then the ash must be burned. Then, and only then, is the Ultimate realized.
Hell came right along with God, hand in hand. The stink of sulfur swirled in the air of the church, fire burned in the aisles, and brimstone rained out of the rafters. From the evangelist's oven mouth spewed images of a place with pitchforks, and devils, and lakes of fire that burned forever. God had fixed a place like that because he loved us so much.
They say that Caliph Omar, when consulted about what had to be done with the library of Alexandria, answered as follows: 'If the books of this library contain matters opposed to the Koran, they are bad and must be burned. If they contain only the doctrine of the Koran, burn them anyway, for they are superfluous.' Our learned men have cited this reasoning as the height of absurdity. However, suppose Gregory the Great was there instead of Omar and the Gospel instead of the Koran. The library would still have been burned, and that might well have been the finest moment in the life of this illustrious pontiff.
This is where the pivotal events of my childhood unfolded, while I ate banana and root beer Popsicles, two by two, tucking the sticks neatly under the skirt of the chair. It's where Sunnybank Lad met Lady, Ken met his friend Flicka, Atlanta burned, Manderley burned, Lassie came home, Jim ran away, Alice got small, Wilbur got big, David Copperfield was born, Beth died, and, on an endless gloomy winter afternoon, Jody shot his yearling.
Jo Ann Beard
So what I want to know is why it is that I can no longer find you, in my mind. You are still there, just, but you are there like a ghost, a will o' the wisp. Not long ago you burned-your heart burned-in my mind like silver fire. But after that night in the inn it became patchy and dim, and now it is not there at all." "Could it be that the heart that you seek is no longer my own? I have given my heart to another." "The boy? The one in the inn? With the unicorn?" "Yes." "You should have let me take it back then, for my sisters and me. We could have been young again, well into the next age of the world. Your boy will break it, or waste it, or lose it. They all do." "Nonetheless, he has my heart. I hope your sisters will not be too hard on you, when you return to them without it.
I can certainly throw out some observation about the process of creating which may be of use. Firstly, it's the best & the worst of worlds, because the only fuel you have to make the fire blaze on the page / screen is the stuff of your own being. An artist consumes his or herself in the act of making art. I can feel that consumption even now, sitting here at my desk at the end of a working day. In order to generate the ideas that I have set on the page for the last 10 or 11 hours I have burned the fuel of my own history. This is, obviously a double-edged sword. In order to give, the artist must take from himself. That's the deal. And it's very important to me that the work I do is the best I can make it, because I know what is being burned up to create. As the villain of Sacrament says: "living & dying, we feed the fire.